#mob boss kill code

“Do you smoke?”

“Only when death or sex is on the line.” Eclipse nearly choked on his inhale, the smoke filtering out through his back vents, “I wonder…which will you offer me, Eclipse?” Ruin said his name like it was a candy that he was rolling around on his tongue. 

“Don Kill Code wants it done messy. Wants to send a message. He’ll pay half upfront and the other half when you bring proof of a job well done.” He simply stated in answer to that, offering the strange animatronic a cigarette. 

Kill Code rumbled out an agreement and took his Dona tenderly in his arms, “I have more resources than I can ever use, mia karulo. They are yours, just as I am forever yours.”

They had chosen each other and that meant that, even though they were not yet married, what he owned was Sun’s too. His wealth, his resources, his connections, and his empire. He delighted in the sight of pink spreading across his love’s face.

“I…I don’t know. I-I didn’t earn any of that. I don’t know if I- if I deserve it…” The attendant whispered quietly. Kill Code had literally poured his blood, tears, and soul into making the Familio what it was today. He had worked his ass off to build his empire, rising from the bottom. Sure, it had involved a little murder, but Sun was happy not to think about that too hard.

“Deserve? Sunlumo…they are my gift to you. My promise to provide for you and your brother, to always see to your needs before my own. It is all my gift to you, mia koro.” The Don crooned softly, carrying him over to his closet to collect a new dress that he had bought to surprise him.

A lovely vintage black quarter sleeve dress with skirts decorated with light pink roses, a tulle layer underneath to add body, met his gaze in the closet. Kill Code gestured to the fine gown with a gentle kiss to Sun’s cheek, those blue optics looking at the lovely thing with awe.

“My gifts to you are my familio, my empire, my resources, and my heart, Sunrise Starr. If you will have me for your own.”

On a similar note, I’m also kinda curious about the schematics side of things—KC was mentioned to be a businessman with military connections (or had them in the past) and you’ve established prostitution, fighting rings, and extortion rackets, but do you have any idea if there’s any legitimate covers for anything they do? For some reason the image of a legit daycare business being a cover for money laundering keeps coming to me when I think it over. I cannot for the life of me remember if the setting was American or not but I also wonder if you had any thoughts for how the heck people like Ruin report electronic transactions for hits on their taxes (I HC there to be offshore accounts involved.) Does he claim to be a very highly paid bouncer or something. that’d be hilarious

anywho that got long. Have a good day!!

“You are a mystery, aren't you? A beautiful little mystery.”

“B-beautiful? I'm- I'm just me, sir…” Sun said quietly, his faceplate on fire at the compliment.

“I have it on good authority that today is someone’s special anniversary day.” Sun hummed, holding up a plate of cookies that he had painstakingly baked this morning, a bright smile on his lovely face.

“S-special day?” The mechanic queried curiously, all ration and higher levels of thought fleeing out of the window when the attendant entered the room, draped in a stunning two piece dress. A gauzy, thing made of tulle and silk with a skirt that fell to the bot’s ankle and the long sleeved, tight mid-drift top rising just high enough above the waistline that a hand’s width of Sun’s belly was on clear display. 

W-what day was it again?

Where was he? 

How could he be expected to think clearly when faced with a sight like that? 

Sun giggled, his cheeks turning pink at Solar’s obvious, brain-dead staring. 

“Hey…” Sun looked up into the warmest, kindest, and most welcoming pair of orange optics he had ever seen. It was a solar model, shockingly similar to him, actually. This person was dressed in a well-loved pair of cargo pants with a thick leather apron on, various small tools and other bits and bobs slipped into the pockets. Behind one ray was a pencil and in one hand were a pair of thick work gloves. The solar model smiled at him with an easy softness, a friendliness and Sun couldn’t help but smile a little too, “It’s alright. Really! Nothing broken. No harm.” The bot- Mechanic? Technician?- said good naturedly. 

The canary-hued attendant gave a wince in response, rubbing the back of his own headplate sheepishly.

“I’m still sorry. Um…are- are you Solar?” He ventured cautiously, biting his lip. It would be a little embarrassing if he assumed some random person was the technician that Kill Code had sent him to. What if he wasn’t? What if this Solar person wasn’t even here? 

The stranger gave another of those easy smiles and nodded, rays spinning slowly.